“everything we care about lies somewhere in the middle, where pattern and randomness interlace.” // j. gleick

there is no table of contents to find the precise spots in my psyche to point anyone in the right direction of my likes, wants; and the randomness of things i find myself attracted to. i can hardly tell you why a fine geometric line makes my head spin, or why a spool of cotton twine can break any sense of will, and how some arbitrary curio placed just so on a bureau will make the day just a bit sun-shinier. i suppose that’s what is meant when ‘life is in the details‘. those random, seemingly nonsensical line-items that perhaps don’t scan for anyone else, just happen to make your life, yours.